Diego, the guy that I met last year who I suspected was on coke or sucking dicks for cash (long trips to the bathroom) is in fact doing both, plus selling the stuff to tourists. HE declares his undying love for me when he is not with his foreign girlfriends or not calling me a crazy, ugly motherfucker. His favourite phrase lately is…

After Gary reveals his “bisexuality” to me on a side street by Dam Square we catch up to Jay and Gary says to him, “I told her.” Perhaps that was what the attitude had been about earlier. Gary had probably told Jay that I didn’t know about his sexuality and so Jay wasn’t prepared to put up a charade for my benefit, considering the Europe trip was meant to be their “Gay..being free” holiday.

Gary decides he is coming to Europe with a friend, but he is not coming to London as he had promised. He is going to France and Holland over a two week period. He asks me to come and meet them somewhere. I didn’t have many holiday days left from work and so told him I’d come for the weekend, whilst they are in Holland. The plan is that I am going to leave on the Friday straight from work get a cab to his hotel from the airport in Amsterdam and then leave on Monday morning, early, the same time that they are leaving to go back to Chicago and go straight in to work from Heathrow.